my marine tells me i’m eccentric. he said it has nothing to do with my age. that i’ve always been eccentric.

he has said that before. i used to be slightly offended. somehow it seemed like it was a rather glorified name for odd.

maybe it still is! LOL. but i’m older now and i think that it means totally and delightfully fascinating! LOLOL. hey.

this is my post. i’ll claim my own definitions thank you, old bean.

years and years ago when i got my first job at norman savings and loan ~ our office was next door to a suite of insurance offices. there was a girl there whom i called roberta.

i greeted her of a morning “hi roberta!” she always answered back ~ very friendly like ~ “good morning tammy!” and whenever our paths crossed during the day . . . and of a friday . . . “have a great weekend roberta!” “you too tammy. see you on monday!” . . . you know . . . that kind of thing.

well. i got married to my darling bob. i quit my job and moved to tulsa.

several years after that we were in town to visit and i was at the super market. i remember it like it was yesterday. it was near the lettuce.

lo and behold . . . there was roberta! i went over to her. she reached out and hugged me. we were glad to see each other. we caught up on our lives ~ then . . . when parting . . .

she smiled and said. “by the way tammy. . . my name’s not roberta. it’s phyllis.”

well. good grief charlie brown. and great scot and cathouse thursday!

you could have knocked me over with a feather. for TWO years i had called that woman roberta. and not a single soul corrected me in that whole two years!!! how WEIRD is that???? and they say I’M the eccentric one! LOLOLOL.

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the only reason i mention it here is that it still seems to be happening.

when i came to see the wren house for the first time ~ i could have sworn that i met the head maintenance man by the name of nick.

i have seen him on the other occasions i had to come and do paper work and changes etc… i have always said “hi nick!” and he would always smile and say “hello” in response.

today i rushed back from the house closing to try to meet the man from AT&T to start my phone jack. i seem to be one of the last of the dinosaurs who still enjoy a land line. anyway.

i’m late. which is stressful. i was raised by a military man. it’s in my dna. you are NEVER late.

sure enough. there are the two men at the door ~ nick and the phone guy.

i started apologizing for being a few minutes late.

the phone man was busy doing what he does. nick had let him in.

“i’m sorry you had to come up here just for this nick. i thought i’d be able to be here before he got here.”

we visited a little bit about the complex and that he’d been here when it was owned by marriott as executive suites . . . before it became apartments.

i said “wow nick! you must know this place like the back of your hand!”

he said “yes. i do. and my name’s ron.”

“it’s not nick?”

“no ma’am. it’s never been nick.” he smiled.

“oh.”

“that’s okay. i don’t mind if you call me nick.”

“no. no. i’ll be glad to call you ron. i’m just glad you let me know before two whole years went by!”

nick . . . i mean ron . . . just looked at me like i was a little eccentric.